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over to the crowd. Alissa and I chair. “Easy now. I returned only
followed close behind. moments ago. When I’d left, it
was here. I’m sure it was just
As we drew near, a middle-aged misplaced.”
man dressed in a tweed jacket and
a Santa hat stood on a chair. “Just like last year,” someone
said.
“If you would please all take a
moment,” he said. “I’m sure we “Last year?” a booming voice
can sort this out.” spoke up. We turned to see a
“Hey!” A stout balding man bearded man in a football jersey.
roared. “What kind of a place are “Are you talking about the stereo
you running here?” system that went missing?”
Mom stepped in. “Mr. “No, that was the year before,”
Robinson. Please step down. And another person corrected. Others
you, sir —”
chimed in, arguing about what
“Johnston Hill,” the stout went missing when.
balding man said, stepping close
to Mom. She stepped back, her “What are they talking about?”
eyes darting around. Mr. Hill said. He spun. “Mr.
Mrs. Claude stepped in. “You’d Robinson, you…”
do well to back up, Mr. Hill.” Mr. Hill’s voice trailed off. The
Mr. Hill pointed at Mr. chair once occupied by Mr.
Robinson. “This guy here in the Robinson was empty.
tweed says the grand prize TV I
won in the silent auction is Mr. Hill pulled out a
missing.” handkerchief and wiped his brow.
“I need to speak to whoever’s in
Mr. Robinson stepped off the charge. Who would that be?”
Mom stepped up to Mr. Hill.
“That’ll be me. I’m sure we can —”
“You better hope you do,
because —”
“Sir,” Mom said. “Why don’t
you step over here with us while
the others finish picking up their
items?”
I glanced at Alissa. “Where’d
Mr. Robinson go?”
Alissa shrugged. “Every time I
stopped by this table, he had a
mouth full of roasted walnuts.
Maybe it caught up to him.”
followed close behind. moments ago. When I’d left, it
was here. I’m sure it was just
As we drew near, a middle-aged misplaced.”
man dressed in a tweed jacket and
a Santa hat stood on a chair. “Just like last year,” someone
said.
“If you would please all take a
moment,” he said. “I’m sure we “Last year?” a booming voice
can sort this out.” spoke up. We turned to see a
“Hey!” A stout balding man bearded man in a football jersey.
roared. “What kind of a place are “Are you talking about the stereo
you running here?” system that went missing?”
Mom stepped in. “Mr. “No, that was the year before,”
Robinson. Please step down. And another person corrected. Others
you, sir —”
chimed in, arguing about what
“Johnston Hill,” the stout went missing when.
balding man said, stepping close
to Mom. She stepped back, her “What are they talking about?”
eyes darting around. Mr. Hill said. He spun. “Mr.
Mrs. Claude stepped in. “You’d Robinson, you…”
do well to back up, Mr. Hill.” Mr. Hill’s voice trailed off. The
Mr. Hill pointed at Mr. chair once occupied by Mr.
Robinson. “This guy here in the Robinson was empty.
tweed says the grand prize TV I
won in the silent auction is Mr. Hill pulled out a
missing.” handkerchief and wiped his brow.
“I need to speak to whoever’s in
Mr. Robinson stepped off the charge. Who would that be?”
Mom stepped up to Mr. Hill.
“That’ll be me. I’m sure we can —”
“You better hope you do,
because —”
“Sir,” Mom said. “Why don’t
you step over here with us while
the others finish picking up their
items?”
I glanced at Alissa. “Where’d
Mr. Robinson go?”
Alissa shrugged. “Every time I
stopped by this table, he had a
mouth full of roasted walnuts.
Maybe it caught up to him.”
